Working from home
As I noted when I started this place, I work for a benign corporate behemoth. On most days I work in a cube farm. Some days, though, such as today, I work from home. Not at home, which to me denotes a business or such one maintains from the same address one lives at: from home, which suggests one is going somewhere. Even as you sit in a chair all day, just like in the cube farm.
There are advantages to working from home. I can crank up the music. I can make my own lunch without the logistics of having to take it somewhere. I can use my own bathroom. I can, as many threaten to, work in my pajamas, er, loungewear.
I do feel cut off, even more than usual, though. Most of my fellow employees work from home all the time, and when they do show in the office for a function of some sort, seeing them in the hall is always a split second of uncertainty followed by the sort of greeting formerly reserved for long-lost friends. Without the hugs.
I used to tell people the best part of my job was the people I work with. It still might be, for all I know.